Me an' Earl was workin' the superslab outside a' that Ogallala?When outta town come a local clown in a '65 ImpalaHad a 'coon tail flyin' off a' his whip antennaWe was haulin' a load a' them go-go girlsTruckin' 'em over to O-townOld boy got on his microphoneSays "How's about a little showdown?"Well, hot damn, I'm a gamblin' man,So ev'rybody get yer bets down'Cause this old truck gonna make us a buckChicken in the bread pan, pickin' out vittlesSwing them heifers and away we goWake up, Earl, we gots to race that pile a' junk over ta North Platte cityWell, one-eyed bears and deuces wildWe got the back door pad-lockedHe says, "Bet five bucks and a side a' beef,"I can beat them cows ta Flat Rock."You hear that, Earl? He says he's gonna whip Ol' Bessie here!I says, "Call your five and raise ya ten"Jes' kiss that Chevy goodby, boy"'Cause when Bessie hits that floatin' gear"You gonna be eatin' Hereford pie. Yeah."Well, hot damn, I'm a gamblin' man,So ev'rybody get yer bets down'Cause this old truck gonna make us a buckShe gonna round them curves at thirty geesA trunk full a' cows an' a hood full a' beesMove it up a notch, Earl.Yeah, that's it. That's floatin' gear! c'mon Bessie!Well, tuck it on in and head it for the barnIf we don't win, we gonna sell the farmIf this old wreck don't break my neck,We gonna take them cows to a discathequeI says, "Come on, Earl, let's give it a whirl."That Chevy is a-pickin' up speed."Well, we crossed the Platte at a hundred flatOld Bessie was a-blowin' the weedsWe definitely was in that Monfort lane.Yeah, we won the race with a bovine aceWhen the Chevy made a fatal passYeah, he got too closeGot a terminal dose a' that good ol' Hereford gas.Phew!Hot damn, I'm a gamblin' man,So ev'rybody get yer bets down'Cause this old truck's gonna make us a buckShe's rollin' the boulevard shakedownHot damn, I'm a truckin' manAnd I sorta like ta put my foot downThis old rig gonna blow your wigGot go-go girls and a Peterbilt cabGonna see ya all out on the superslab for a showdown